So this is the new thing at the office. There are a few diabetics there and sometimes we test our blood sugar. In the words of Nacho Libre "is for fun". Mine today was a lovely 86 this was what we call a fasting number. Now if we had done it after the V-day chocolate it would have been say 200. And I would have lapsed into a diabetic coma. I liked the machine we used to "stabby stab" our finger. It was one drop or two? Bleed like a stuck pig or just a little prick? Ouch! I am a wimp so Jenell had to do it. Glad to find out we were all in the clear. Now if we could just start a weight watchers meeting we would really be getting somewhere.
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